I'm craving for thy love
Yet thou don't,
I shall no longer live alone
In no way, I won't.
...
How sublime thy heart!
In where I dwell,
With the 'Heaven of Rose'
Divine sweet smell.
...
It's not Tariff, on us, they impose,
It's notion, "They are Lords", we suppose.
It's not the medals, we don't earn—their Ring,
It's the grief, losing the games, of 'Exalted King'.
...
Craving For Thee
I'm craving for thy love
Yet thou don't,
I shall no longer live alone
In no way, I won't.
My love is endless for thy
As plenty as sky,
But I couldn't give vent to you
For, I've been shy.
None can cage me now
In the pale of fence,
All the bars are gone
To tell thee hence.
I know well that I'm not the fine,
What I know that I'm but thine.
I may never be the man
For whom thee crave,
If I won't in thy heart
Then in grave.